Daniel stood silent. He felt horrible, he had no idea who this girl was, but her whole world was ripping apart at the seams right in front of him.
He didn’t know her, but he wanted to help. He wanted to try his hardest.
He began stroking his hand against Rachel’s back, unknowingly spreading the putrid black goo all over her light blue sweater.
Rachel shuddered at the sudden coldness on her sweater, but tried not to show it. She wondered if these were the last few moments she’d ever spend with Daniel; if soon, he’d move on and find someone better than her, someone more beautiful…someone more talented…
No matter what he was going to, she wanted to express her gratitude for his attempt to cheer her up. Again, she tried not to show how badly she was shaking from the chill seeping through the fabric of her favorite sweater. “Th-Thank…you…” she whispered. “D-Dan…iel….”
He blinked slowly.
He pulled his hand back, and looked at Rachel. It all slowly started to flood back. He continued to blink, as if several lights in his head started to blink back on.
But with the good also comes the bad. Daniel started to blink back tears as he remembered all he went through up until now.
He jerked his hand back sharply at the sight of the black goo.
Slowly, Rachel raised her head, her left cheek shining with teardrops. Her eye was wide with surprise at the sudden gesture from her lover, and perhaps deep within, there was a faint spark of hope.
"D-Daniel…? Wh-What’s…what’s the matter…d-darling?" The last word slipped out, falling from her tongue like a droplet of honey from the rim of a jar. The one-eyed girl wanted to cover her mouth and mask that last word, but it was too late, as it had already escaped her.
Rachel looked even more surprised as she noticed the black tears pooling in Daniel’s eyes. “D-Daniel…” she mumbled, almost to herself, reaching up to brush them off of his cheeks. “Wh-What’s wrong…?”